"Why?"
After Wen Mian spoke, Mo Lingtian subconsciously refuted the other party's words.
But the other side fell silent for a while before repeating:
"I won't pay for the expenses, let's end our relationship here."
Mo Lingtian laughed, feeling both helpless and angry.
"You might not pay, but I can't justify it to President Pei."
"As for Pei Zhiyao, I'm not going to talk to him either."
The call was quickly disconnected.
A wave of discomfort surged in Mo Lingtian's heart.
He didn't want things to reach this point with the other party.
If it weren't for the wishes of his parents, perhaps he could have communicated well with Wen Mian.
But now, all explanations had become a luxury.
The man's expression was one of pain, and he sat on the sofa in silence for a long time.
The mistakes of the parents were forced upon Mo Lingtian, and in the end, only he himself was the one to suffer.
At that moment.
Wen Mian, however, was not taking the matter to heart.